Escape
WARNING: Spoilers for the finale!
Phil the security guard was just setting in the break room on the police spaceship, enjoying his coffee when his communication device suddenly crackled to life and the panicked voice of one of his colleagues began screeching in his ear.
"Attention all officers on board: One of the prisoners has escaped. I repeat, one of the prisoners has escaped!"
He immediately hits the talking button in reply. "Which one?!" he demands, rushing out the door. The ship is in chaos. Alarms blare overhead and staff race through the hallways frantically. His heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest. Thirty two hours earlier, they had arrested the Raza crew, the most dangerous group of mercenaries in the galaxy, and were transporting them back to the headquarters. God help them all if any of them were to get loose.
"The girl!"
"Portia Lin?!"
"No, the other one!"
Wait.
"You mean the kid?" he asks, incredulously. She wasn't even a real member of the crew, just some random teenager who snuck onto the ship. He didn't see how she was much of a threat. "How the hell did she do that?!"
"I don't know, she bide past the security system somehow!"
"But those are the most advanced locks in the galaxy!"
"Don't you think I already know that?!"
Another voice cuts in before he can respond.
"We got eyes on her, chief! She's in the air vents, heading down the east corridor!"
The chief barks, "I want all personnel down there, now!"
"None of us can fit in there!"
"Get the gas bombs and smoke her out!"
Phil makes it to the control room. All the prisoners were implanted with trackers when they were subdued. He can see the little red dot blinking on the computer monitor, on the move. He doesn't understand. Where could she be going? They were in space. There was nowhere for her to run.
"She's in cellblock A!"
"That's Anderson's post! Anderson, what is your position?"
No response from Anderson.
"Anderson, come in!"
The line comes on, but it's not Anderson that answers.
"Oh, God."
He recognizes the voice.
"Wilson, what's going on over there? Where's Anderson?"
Phil hears nothing but the sharp intake of breath. He urges,
"Come on Wilson, what is your position?!"
A heavy, heart pounding silence fills his ears. He feels as if a thousand years pass in the few seconds it takes for Wilson to respond.
"Anderson's dead. And Tetsuda's been released."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That finale. Holy shit guys. I'll admit, I was a bit stumped on how I was going to continue writing cute, happy little scenes with an ending like that. Damn, Six.
Well. All things I had with him in it are pretty much down the drain now. Since I don't want to have to wait until season two to keep writing, all the drabbles from here on will be AU. This is just my own interpretation of what I think might happen. Thank you to all the people who have been reading, keep sending me ideas!